Game(31)

“Truth be told, I don’t like guns. I don’t like any of this shit. I hate that Finn is in this world. But I love the bastard and would follow him into the fire.”

Cormac then put the gun on the kitchen counter.

I truly had no intentions of doing anything stupid. I had nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. And after Fiore’s visit earlier, it was pretty crystal clear that this situation was going to get worse by the second. Leaving would only strip me away from Finn’s protection and I’d end up with Fiore and his men.

“Do you know why I’m here?” I asked.

“Finn looking for a little romp,” Cormac said with a grin.

His eyes were bright blue and when you mixed it with his smile, I could see women dropping for him easily. But he didn’t have the rough edges that Finn did. Cormac was maybe too good. Yeah, big and strong, but he walked a different path. He probably ate vegetables because they kept your heart healthy. For Finn, keeping his heart healthy, meant avoiding bullets to his heart. Big difference between a carrot and a bullet.

“I wish,” I said. “This is…”

“The fact he has you here is amazing,” Cormac said. “Either he loves you or you’re really wanted dead. No other choice.”

“Oh?”

Cormac gave a nod. “Tell me your version of the story then.”

“No story. You were there. Shit got crazy. My boss wanted him dead and I helped him survive. Now his boss wants something from me.”

“What’s that?”

“A baby.”

Cormac raised an eyebrow. “Say that again?”

“You heard me the first time,” I said. “So Finn and I are trying… trying to figure out something.”

“Aye, Christ,” Cormac said. He looked around the kitchen. “So, have you two…?”

“What?”

“You want me to say it?”

“Yeah.”

“Has he f*cked you?”

“That’s a personal question.”

“I have a gun,” Cormac said.

“You win,” I said. “No, we haven’t done that.”

“Doesn’t shock me.”

“It’s because of the woman, right?”

Cormac raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”

“I found a picture of Finn and a woman. He flipped shit and kicked over a table. There was a frame and it shattered. I found a picture behind it. He won’t talk about it.”

“That happened here?” Cormac asked.

“Yeah.”

“What were you doing when he flipped?”

My cheeks turned red. “Nothing.”

“Ah, you liar,” Cormac said. “You were doing stuff with him. That’s why he flipped.”

“It’s because of the woman…”

“Aye,” Cormac said. “This cabin was meant for something else. See, me and Finn grew up tight as brothers. We trained together. He’s the toughest and smartest goddamn man I’ve ever met. Never saw a fighter like that before.”

“He was a regular fighter? Like you?”

“Regular?” Cormac asked and snorted. “Yeah, he was regular. He and I were tearing things up. Winning fight after fight. Nobody could stop us. My trainer, Henry, then started talking about me and Finn going at it.”

“You two fight?” I asked, eyes wide.

“Yeah. Why not?”

“But you’re friends.”

“Exactly. We’re brothers.”

Again, the word ‘brudders’… it was kind of cute to hear.

“I don’t get it,” I said.

“The two best always end up fighting,” Cormac said. “That’s how it works. But when the two best trained together for years, rose up together, and were brothers… that’s a big deal.”

“You mean money.”

“Fucking right. Lots of money. Well over seven figures in deals.”

“So what happened? No, wait, let me guess. The woman in the picture.”

“Bingo,” Cormac said.

“It’s always a woman that ruins friendships and stuff.”

“Whoa, take it easy with assumptions.”

“Then tell me.”

“It’s not my place to do that,” Cormac said. “Sorry.”

I left the kitchen with nothing else to say to him. I wasn’t going to play a run around game. It probably wasn’t my business anyway. Time was running out on everything in my life. Just listening to myself talk about Sasha brought forward the reality of it all. I was a damn fool for trying to find her. She had to be dead. She had gone off with Zander’s crew and that was it. She probably got into drugs or maybe sold herself and then got killed. All I had to do was stay out of it. But I couldn’t let it go. Sasha was all I ever had in life. My sister. The motherly figure. Not to mention the twin connection, which, by the way, I figured had to be bullshit. I thought if I tried really hard, I could somehow find her. Like some kind of secret sense only twins had.

Yeah f*cking right.

“You could be pissed off at me,” a voice said behind me.

It was Cormac.

“Doesn’t matter,” I said. “You’re not going to tell me a thing. Finn won’t talk. He just comes at me with these eyes… I think maybe for a second it’s real but then he gets mad and leaves. He either breaks a table or breaks me with his words.”